February 28th, 2011

Kero asleep

Productivity Zero

It's been something of a rough week; my sleep has been poor, leading to spending a lot of waking time groggy and unable to focus. I imagine some of it is probably grief — certainly my dreams have had a definite "family" motif going on. And some of it is also just that when I get knocked off my stride, that ends up being annoyingly self-sustaining in a way that being on my stride just isn't.

So, this past weekend was for me a giant sacrifice to the gods of loafing. Not so for laurie_robey, alas! She basically had no weekend at all, due to a bunch of annoying stuff happening all at once at work that she, being a managerial type, had to cope with.

Thus it is that we're both now groggy and looking down the barrel of a Monday. Ugh. :P

On the other hand, it's sunny and supposed to get to 70° today; whether it'll stay sunny or not is in question, but there is a hope, if a slight one, that we'll at least have a beautiful lunchtime. If we're lucky, we'll be able to get out and have a walk or something, which would be a nice change. Much as I love the Hobbit Hole, it's a bit funky and cooped up from being closed all winter.

Meanwhile, I need to drag myself upstairs for a shower. Maybe I can sneak in a nap while I'm at it.

-The Gneech


Brigid scowled at her folded-up newspaper. “You know what a ‘fag hag’ is, right?” she said.

“Sorry, what?” said Greg.

“A fag hag.”

Greg shifted uncomfortably. “Well, er, yes. It’s not a term I would throw about in such a reckless manner, but I am familiar with the concept. What prompted the question?”

“I was just wondering, what would the reverse of that be?”

“The reverse? A ‘gah gaf’?”

“No, I mean, what would you call a straight man who always wanted to hang around with lesbians?”

“Uh…” said Greg.

“I know, it’s a poser. How about ‘dyke dude’?”

“I am hereby recusing myself from this conversation immediately,” Greg said, scooping Ozymandias up from his lap and heading for the hall. “There’s nothing I can say here that won’t get me into big, big trouble.”

“And you call yourself a linguaphile,” called Brigid. “You should be interested in this stuff!”

“I prefer the term ‘word nerd,’” he said, and was gone.

-The Gneech

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